It's the old story that you only miss things when they've gone, and usually once they've gone, you can't ever get them back no matter how hard you try.
Girlfriends, the nice pair of shoes you left in the hotel room or that favourite place where you used to go on holiday that has now been built on. Never to return, finished, over.
Without banging on like a furniture salesman during a Bank Holiday weekend, the great thing about MotoGP at the moment is not the racing, but the fact that Valentino Rossi is in it.
He is a one in a lifetime phenomenon that I have been lucky enough to commentate about for every one of his races in Grand Prix, going back to a muggy, thunderstorm-affected Sunday afternoon in Malaysia in April 1996.